I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through I'm a horse soldier, eternal, through and through

I's with Custer and the 7th in 76 or 77

Scalped at Little Big Horn by the Sioux

And the tears and devistation of a once proud warrior nation

This I know cause I was riding with them too

I drank mare's blood on the run when I rode with the Great Khan On the frozen Mongol steppe while at his height I's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the Tsar's own palace horse guard When Romanov was murdered in the night

I knew Salah al-Din and rode his swift Arabians Harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Saracen And once again against myself was cast

Well I've worn the Mounties crimson, if you're silent and you listen You'll know that it was with them that I stood When Mayerthorpe, she cried, as her four horsemen died Gunned down in scarlet, coldest blood

I's the firstest with the mostest when I fought for Bedford Forrest

Suffered General Wilson's Union raid

Mine was not to reason why, mine was but to do or die

At Crimea with the charging light brigade

On hire from Swiss or Sweden, be me Christian, be me heathen

The devil to the sabre I shall put

With a crack flanking maneuver, I'm an uhlan alles uber

Striking terror into regiment afoot

I knew my days were numbered when oer the trenches lumbered More modern machinations de la guerre No match for rapid fire or the steel birds of the sky With a final rear guard action I retreat No match for barbered wire or the armoured engines' whine Reluctant I retire and take my leave

Today I ride with special forces on those wily Afghan horses Dostums Northern Alliance give their thanks No matter defeat or victory, in battle it occurs to me That we may see a swelling in our ranks

Is with the Aussies at Beersheba took the wells so badly needed

And with the Polish lancers charging German tanks

Saw Ross' mount shot down at Washingtown the night we burned the White House down